All three of them woke up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. Paige's spell had held up well throughout the night and the tent was still shimmering with that soft light when they awoke. With no food left, they simply packed up their tent and their bags, preparing to put as much space between themselves and that godforsaken forest as possible. Antonia was gone. While the day before they had been able to see her and feel her presence, now there was nothing. They were certain that she had moved on. Just as they were preparing to take to the air, a small glowing orb of blue light caught Goten's eye.
"Wait," he said, turning slowly towards it, not sure if he trusted it or not. It didn't vanish from his vision, but hovered there, swirling with an energy all its own. The wisps had led them out of the banshee castle before, saving Paige from becoming permanently deaf, but the portal had led them to this forest. He didn't know what to do. Still, if it led them to another magickal place without them having to travel long distances by flight, wasn't it worth it to save their energy? "Let's follow it," he finally said, walking towards the blue light.
"Oh yeah, let's do that," Phoenix said sarcastically. His stomach was rumbling painfully and the sadness of the woods still pressed upon him. He felt uncharacteristically grumpy. With a huff, he pulled the straps of his pack more securely onto his shoulders and fell into step behind Goten.
Just as before, the wisp moved ahead of them, never letting them get near enough to touch it, but staying within their vision to lead them on. They walked for quite some distance through the green and misty forest until they reached a strange rectangle of light about the size and shape of a door. It looked very much like the one they'd seen in the castle in Ireland.
Goten came to a stop and regarded the portal before them. Did he dare step through it? He didn't know where it might lead. He grasped Paige's hand, then reached over and grabbed Phoenix's as well. "At least wherever we end up, we'll be there together," he said. He looked at them both for reassurance and once he received encouraging nods from them, he took a deep breath and together, they stepped through the portal.
He instantly regretted it.
The portal spat them back out on the other side, all three of them landing chest-first upon the cold stone floor of the Irish castle with loud cries of "OOF!" They looked around, their eyes wide as they recognized their surroundings. They hurriedly pushed themselves up, preparing to run as the shrill screaming met their ears once again.
"PAIGE, COVER YOUR EARS!" Goten shouted and clapped his hands over her own, trying to help drown out the sound for her. He cringed as he felt the worst migraine of his life split his head. Oh, he felt like he was going to be sick from that sound. He looked around frantically, trying to find a window to escape through, but there was none. Only the portal behind them, which would undoubtedly take them back to the Suicide Forest. He didn't like that option either. He started to panic, not knowing what to do. He felt trapped and his worry for Paige's hearing overwhelmed him.
"Over there!" Phoenix shouted, pointing across the large, circular room to an identical portal on the other side. He could see that even with Goten's hands covering Paige's ears, her knees were giving out on her. She looked dizzy and weak. He grabbed the pack on her back and used it to haul her across the room, desperate to get away from the shrieking banshees and the portal that led to the forest behind them. He didn't care where they ended up. They could end up in the pits of Hell for all he cared at that moment; nothing could be as bad as the two other choices they had. With a roar, he dragged all three of them through the portal and again, they landed chest-first on a hard floor, panting and groaning at the pain in their heads.
Goten didn't know where they were and he didn't care in that moment. The light here was low and the floor beneath his face was blissfully cool, easing the migraine that tore at his brain. He lay there for a moment, breathing heavily as he tried to will away the pain. "Paige?" he asked weakly, turning his face to her. He had to make sure she was okay. Goddamn that castle. He reached over and gently pulled her hands away from her long, pointed ears and breathed a sigh of relief to see that they weren't bleeding this time. He let his face rest against the smooth, cool floor again.
He could hear voices around them, murmuring words of excitement, interest, curiosity, and a few that sounded annoyed. It was a low buzzing sound and he couldn't quite make out any one voice. He squinted and looked around, his eyes starting to focus as he took in the large room they'd landed in. A dark hardwood floor lay beneath them and he could see candles glowing from elaborate candelabras all around the room. There was a fire burning in a dark fireplace and off to one side was a large, ornately carved black staircase. Plush, red velvet Victorian-style couches and chairs sat around small dark tables, the occupants of which were staring at them with interest. "Where are we?" he groaned.
Paige growled, rubbing at her ears. The splitting headache was starting to fade. "Those banshees are the worst, feels like they were shoving hot pokers in my ears. If we don't see one again, it'll be too soon." She paused, listening and froze as she looked around, "Guys, we aren't alone."
Goten forced himself to his feet, his face going hot. Had they just stumbled into someone's home? "Uh, h-hi," he said nervously, raising his hand in greeting. The people around him fell silent as they watched him. He swallowed and tried again as he reached a hand down to Paige to help her to her feet. "We didn't mean to just barge in," he said, looking around at them, taking note of their elaborate form of dress. All of them, men and women, were stunningly beautiful. "There was a castle full of banshees and we went through this, like, portal and it just kinda dumped us here. Can… can you tell us where we are?"
Paige watched warily as a well-dressed man with dark hair slicked back into a neat ponytail at the base of his neck stood up. There was a cold look of feigned indifference on his face, almost as if he were sizing them up.
"How odd to have prey come wandering so freely into our halls. Such a curious breed as well," he said, looking them over and pausing at Paige's green skin and Phoenix's tail. He looked at his people who were already licking their lips even though they had plenty of sustenance in the larder. "Be at ease my brothers and sisters, let us hear how they came to stumble through the portal." He sniffed at the air, narrowing his eyes at Phoenix, "And I would choose my words very carefully if I were you. They may be your last." He gave a slight bow to them. "You now grace my home, the grand Castle Dracula. You may address me as Dracula. Who might you be?"
Goten felt his spine go as stiff as a poker. Now that the pain in his head had subsided a bit, he was becoming more aware of their surroundings. Much like the spirits they had seen in the forest, he couldn't sense any life force within the people around him. He didn't know how much of the myths about vampires were true and how much of it was made-up Hollywood bullshit, but even if the vampires weren't super strong or lightning fast, there were plenty of them in that room to take him and his companions down. "My name's Goten," he said, thinking that he'd better explain themselves quickly and pray that the vampires weren't hungry. "This is my best friend Paige and my nephew Phoenix. We're tracking a murderer, an Atlantian who killed Paige's uncle and his mate." He paused and swallowed nervously again. "We haven't had much luck so far. We ended up in a castle full of banshees and then in the Suicide Forest in Japan where we were attacked by ghosts. We really didn't mean to come in here uninvited. We haven't exactly figured out how those magickal doorways work just yet."
Phoenix felt irritated at the way Dracula had sniffed at him and sized him up. He was still hungry and tired of being thrown face-first through the portals. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his weight back heavily on one leg as his tail flipped and curled in the air behind him. "Vampires, huh?" he asked and tipped his head curiously to the side. "So do ya'll really sparkle?"
Paige was going to strangle Phoenix; the last thing they wanted to do was to piss off a fucking coven of vampires. She watched Dracula carefully as Goten explained who they were and what they were doing. Papaw had trained her well to read an enemy and the vampire seemed to stiffen at the word Atlantian. Now he looked rather annoyed.
"Sparkles," he echoed before he shook his head, "I cannot stand the world wide rumors on our kind. A true vampire bursts into flame upon exposing themselves to sunlight." He crossed his arms and sat down in his chair again. "You say you hunt an Atlantian, but you have one in your company now. I do hope that is not the one you are looking for. You will find no Atlantians here; we kill all that have the misfortune of stumbling into our way."
It took Phoenix a moment to realize Dracula was talking about him. "I'm not an Atlantian! I'm a Saiyan," he growled and curled his tail tightly around his waist. "It's not my fault some stupid ancestor was Atlantian; I want nothing to do with them."
"Would you shut up?" Goten hissed at him through clenched teeth. He fixed Phoenix with a stare that said he meant business before he turned back to Dracula. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible, but at the same time he didn't want to end up back in the castle with the banshees. And once they left this place, he didn't want to accidentally stumble back into it again. That is, if Dracula was even planning to let them leave. "Sorry about him. He doesn't know how to shut up," he apologized. "Do you, I mean, can you tell us how the portals work? I don't want to bother anyone else. We just want to catch the Atlantian that murdered our loved ones."
"Such a bold company we have been graced with." He held his chin in his hand a moment, looking to be deep in thought. He relaxed back after a moment. "Brethren, go back to your feast. These strangers will rid us of one more Atlantian. Besides, I am not certain how their blood would taste to us," he said, watching as members of his family left the room. "Bertrand, I do believe I hear our guests' rumbling stomachs. Prepare a boar for them," he commanded, watching as the cook shuffled off before he looked at them again. "Banshees and the Suicide Forest? You really do not know how to navigate through the portals. Unfortunately, it is not a skill that can be learned in an hour or two. I will have to grant you one of my own to guide you through the portals. My price would be the heart of the Atlantian you hunt." He gestured for them to sit in the chairs around him. "Come now, I won't bite." He gave them a sly, toothy grin.
Phoenix's eyes had lit up at the mention of food. "You're gonna feed us?" he grinned and eagerly flopped down in one of the chairs, tossing his bag aside. "See? I knew this guy was alright," he beamed at Paige and Goten, both of whom still seemed unsure of the whole situation.
Goten sat down across from Dracula, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He remembered how catastrophic it had been when Vegeta made a deal with the god Ares; was there any such catch to making a deal with a vampire? Still, having someone with them to guide them through the portals would be a huge help. He leaned his elbows on his knees as he studied the vampire before him. "Why do you care about the Atlantians?"
Paige moved cautiously to sit in a chair; the chair was squishy and comfortable. So much better than the cold forest they had come from. She watched as Dracula leaned forward in his chair, steeling his fingers before him as he looked lost in thought.
"I am sure there are many rumors circling around the world as to how vampires came to be, or if we even exist at all." He fixed them with a stare, "How much do you know about the Atlantians? Do you know of their thirst to force their ways upon the people of this earth? By choice or otherwise? Those who defy them are less than fortunate people." He gestured around himself. "Centuries ago, they came to my home wanting to increase their numbers. They threatened my people, my land, if I did not do as they said, if my people and I did not conform to their ways. I said no and now we have been suffering the price. To stay in the dark, drinking blood of mortals. In a way, they won. They could cure us if we go to them and pledge our allegiance to them and their cause. I think they were hoping we would turn more people and thus having them turn to the Atlantians to seek such a cure. I will not give them the satisfaction."
Goten felt sorry for the vampires in that moment. He understood all too well what it was like to have his family attacked by the Altantians. "We know more about them than we care to admit," he said. "Well, our parents do more than we do, I should say. All of our mothers were abducted by them to try to unleash that Goddess of theirs. They've waged wars on our family, killed people in our family. They even kidnapped Paige when she was a baby to try and use her. Most of the Atlantians have been killed. As far as I know, Antonia is the last of their kind. Well, the last pureblood, anyway. I'm sure there's still idiots like my nephew out there who don't even realize what they are." He couldn't stop the small snicker that escaped him as Phoenix shot him a look. "I'm not saying we're the same. But we do understand what it's like to deal with these people. We want to put an end to this."
Dracula nodded and leaned back. "A noble cause; seems as if your family has been cursed to suffer them as well." He gestured towards the portal. "I don't supposed you have an idea of where to go next? I can probably help you pinpoint an area where this Atlantian most likely scurried off to. If you fear us not, I would suggest you stay, rest. I have been to the Suicide Forest, it tried to sap my strength, I cannot imagine the effects on a mortal. I will instruct my people to not seek you for a late night snack, but if you worry, I have some garlic necklaces you may wear if you choose."
Paige chuckled, "Would they really want to bite someone who looks like me?" She couldn't believe how relaxed she felt in the company of this man. This monster. She didn't think this opportunity came to many. Had it been a regular human who stumbled into this place, she didn't doubt that they would quickly become a meal.
Dracula threw his head back, laughing, rich and deep. His fangs sparkled in the candlelight. "Probably not, my dear lady," he said as he stood. "Come. I keep the garlic separate in a chest in my room, for... unruly family members who go against my wishes and threaten to expose us to the world. Then I believe your food should be ready."
They stood and followed him as he led the way up the staircase. "Not to be rude, really, your generosity is amazing, but I have to ask you something," Goten said as they climbed the stairs. "I have no problem bringing you Antonia's heart in exchange for a guide through the portals. But our family has had, uh, issues with making deals before. Is there a catch to this? I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I don't want to bite off more than we can chew, either." He hoped his words didn't offend the vampire, but he wasn't about to make the same mistake Vegeta had.
Dracula snorted as he came to stop outside a pair of ornate heavy wooden doors. He pushed them open to reveal an elaborate bedroom. Thick curtains surrounded a four poster bed, chests and bookshelves were scattered around in random places and a large fire place was against the far wall. "Smart lad," he said as he pointed to a chest in an isolated corner, "the garlic is in there, please do put it in your packs as it offends my senses if I even look at it for too long." He watched as Paige went over to fetch them before he looked back to Goten, "No catch. I want the heart, nothing more. Should you fail, I seriously doubt you will be alive for me to be disappointed in, yes?"
Goten studied Dracula for a moment before he made up his mind. "Then you have a deal," he said and extended his hand to the vampire. He was surprised at the coldness of Dracula's hand, but the next moment he realized he shouldn't have been. "Thank you. We really appreciate your help."
Phoenix watched as Paige tucked the last of the garlic into his pack before he looked up with a big grin. "So can we eat now? I'm starving! I bet you have great food in this place." He looked around at the lavish room as his stomach gave a huge grumble. He clapped a hand to his abs and chuckled. "Sorry. Can't help myself! It's all Grandpa's fault." He blinked at the look Paige gave him. "Well it is!" he whined. "It's not my fault. I can't control my metabolism. I'm so hungry, my stomach's getting ready to chew on my liver."
Dracula gave Phoenix an odd look, "It doesn't take much to keep you satisfied, does it?" He chuckled, "Believe it or not vampires do not feast on anything save for blood. We keep real food just to keep up appearances, for those who do join our family and the need for food during the turning process. However, that aside, Bertrand is a fantastic cook."
Phoenix clapped his hands and rubbed his palms together. "Well then, let's see how good he is," he grinned toothily and only snickered when Paige whapped him upside his head. They followed Dracula back down the stairs and Phoenix, completely forgetting his manners, slid sideways down the banister with a whoop of joy. Now this was the adventure he'd been thinking about. Great food, befriending vampires, hanging out in a seriously cool castle…
"Oh gods," Goten groaned and clapped a hand to his face. While Dracula seemed almost amused with their company, he didn't put it past the vampire to turn on them if they seriously offended him. "I'm sorry about him. He's still a kid. He doesn't think before he acts. Our first few days were horrible. I think he's just excited to feel comfortable for a minute. I apologize." Part of him was happy to see Phoenix so carefree again. He had started to worry that perhaps this mission was going to be too much for his nephew.
Dracula eyed the banister a moment before he shook his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "It is rare that we have such lively company. Rather refreshing I must say, when you are around stiffs most of the day," he said as he led them into a smaller banquet hall. The roast pig was already set up in the middle of the table surrounded by steaming plates of roasted apples, large bowl of meatball and rice stew and a large tray of apricot cake. He walked over to the side where there was a few trays with bottles and various liquids contained within. He picked up an ornate bottle with a deep red liquid in it. "Care to try some blood?" he asked getting three goblets out and he poured a measure in each, giving them a toothy grin over his shoulder.
Goten gave a wide-eyed look at his companions, swallowing nervously. "I, ah…" he stammered. Would it be rude to turn him down? He felt his stomach squirm as the glass was placed before him. He cautiously picked it up and slowly raised it to his lips, smelling it before he tasted it. It didn't smell like blood. It smelled like alcohol and something sweet. He let the tiniest bit slip past his lips and he forced himself not to snicker. Dracula was pranking them. He swallowed it down and smacked his lips appreciatively before he set the goblet back on the table. "That's better than I thought it would be," he said, deciding to play along. "Go ahead, guys. Try it."
Phoenix seemed to pale and he eyed the glass warily. "I'm too hungry," he suddenly declared and reached for the food to fill his plate. The smell alone was enough to make his stomach rumble loudly again and his mouth water. He sank his teeth into a piece of the roast boar and gave a loud moan. "Oh gods, this is good."
Paige gave Goten a look and took the glass that Dracula offered her, sipping at it. "Oh wow. What is this? It's really good!" she said, setting it next to her plate as she began to dig into the pork.
Dracula chuckled, setting a glass next to Phoenix before he refilled Goten's. "An old family recipe for plum brandy. We bottled this a few years back, I can't remember how long. We may not be able to take part of food or drink like we used to, but it has always been my belief to preserve what traditions that we do have, lest they be forgotten to the ages. Hence why my cook still cooks. We garden at night as well. Tend the trees and the land."
"Brandy?" Phoenix asked then scowled at Paige and Goten. "It's not blood, you jackasses." He grabbed the goblet and looked at it, curious. He'd never been allowed to drink alcohol before. He sipped it and pulled a face at the way it burned his throat, but then drank down the rest of it. "That's, ah, different." He returned to his food, ravenously devouring everything he could shovel into his mouth.
Goten was fascinated to hear Dracula speak, to talk about the things his people did. They weren't the evil monsters that stalked the living in the night. They weren't mindless savages. They were people with a rich cultural history who had been cursed by the Atlantians. He filled his plate and began to eat, helping himself to another drink of the brandy. He briefly wondered if he could get the recipe for it. Dracula had said they made it themselves. Fermenting alcohol was something he hadn't tried before and he suddenly found his mind filled with all sorts of ideas. He shook his head and looked down at his food again. He wished he'd brought along his cookbook that Sabriena had given him so long ago. He wanted to write down everything in his brain before he forgot any of it. The food melted in his mouth as he ate. "This is really good. My compliments to your chef," he managed around a mouthful of food.
Dracula inclined his head, studying the way Goten took care in eating his food. The way he savored each bite as if he were trying to decipher the very base of it. "You are a cook as well then?" He laughed at the surprised look on the man's face. "Bertrand used to have the same expression on his face when he would work. The taste of food is quite unpleasant to us now." He looked at the way Goten's eyes lit up at the mention of it.
Paige laughed as she ate her food with care. "Better watch your cookbooks, he might make off with a couple." She gave Goten a knowing look as she reached for seconds, "So good." She was happy that she could read her friend so well, the longing in his eyes, the passion that he had for food. She had seen him cook in the kitchen and it was a glorious thing to watch.
"Me? Steal cookbooks? Never. Nope. Not me," Goten said with an overly exaggerated expression of guilt on his face. He laughed the next second and bowed his head with a sigh. "Okay, you caught me. I was trying to figure out how to swipe the recipe for the brandy." He shook his head as Phoenix reached to pour himself another glass and hiccuped before he even took a drink. "This won't end well," he muttered under his breath.
"Hush you," Phoenix scolded and drank down the liquor. "This stuff gets better the more you drink it. D'ya know that, Paige?" he asked, slurring his speech slightly. He gave her a crooked grin and refilled his plate. "This food is fucking amazing. I'm gonna sleep for days after I'm done."
Dracula chuckled selecting another bottle from the tray with a dark red liquid inside and he poured it into his own goblet, the thickness was much more suggestive of blood. He moved and sat at the head of the table, holding the crystal glass delicately in one hand. "I suppose I could part with the recipe. Would be nice to know that it is in the hands of someone who appreciates food and share it with the world in a way I cannot."
Goten blinked his eyes, barely believing his luck. "You mean it? I would be honored to have a copy of the recipe," he said breathlessly. He finished his dinner and sat back with a sigh, his stomach so full he didn't think he could eat another bite. "So I'm curious. Who is this guide you're sending with us? Antonia, the Atlantian, isn't the only one we're after. She has a Saiyan with her. Someone like me and Phoenix. And there may be one more Saiyan, we're not sure, no one's seen her in years. Anyway, the point is, we need someone who can fight, who can hold their own. The Saiyan we know is with her is vicious. I don't want anyone to get hurt and I think you'd be less than impressed with me if I had to come back and tell you one of your own was hurt or killed."
Dracula tipped his head at Goten as he sipped from his goblet. "Such interesting enemies you have. I have someone in mind who is quite skilled at fighting. She should be an asset to your group," he said. "Her name is Nadia and I will inform her of your need. I am sure she will be excited to have the chance at this Atlantian, anyone of my warriors would be happy to assist you. We all know the risks of leaving the castle, sunlight exposure, silver, and of course. The thirst. I will give her a supply of blood to stave her hunger for a time. It is far easier now for us to collect blood from humans without biting them, without killing them. Medical supplies and blood donations are quite wonderful. However, do not let your guard down. The appeal of fresh blood is rather strong."
"So, if she were to bite one of us, would we turn?" Phoenix asked curiously. He wasn't afraid of it, but he always wondered how that worked. "Or is it more of a conscious thing, like, she has to make a decision to turn someone into a vampire?" He grabbed the goblet of brandy again, but drank slower this time, watching Dracula. He didn't know why he was suddenly so interested, but he supposed that if he was going to spend a great deal of time with a vampire, he ought to at least have an idea of how this all worked.
"We do not turn anyone outside of the castle. It is a long, hard decision that if done correctly, should take a few weeks, months at the most. We prefer to turn someone gradually, less of a shock to their system. Some of my people take loves with the locals and it is an... interesting process. If she bites you out there, she will kill you. Because we do not want you turning and then going to seek a cure that strengthens the Atlantians. That is a bargain you do not want to make," he said.
"Good to know," Phoenix murmured to himself and polished off his goblet of brandy. He gave a groan and let his head fall back against the intricately carved chair. "Ohhhhhh, I'm so full. I think I drank too much of that whatever it is." He felt pleasantly dizzy and relaxed as he stretched and settled himself more comfortably in the chair, a purr issuing from his throat as his eyes drooped a bit.
Goten shook his head again and looked to Paige. "We can't take him anywhere," he muttered. He reached under the table to grab her hand, suddenly thankful that they'd stumbled into Dracula's castle. He nearly snorted at the thought. He never dreamed he'd be happy about something like that. "This is going to be one helluva story to tell when we get home, huh?" he grinned.
Paige laughed. "They aren't going to believe a word we say," she said with a laugh. She watched as Dracula finished off his glass and stood to go over to a shelf where he found a scrap of paper in one of the books. He scribbled something down on it before he walked back over to them, holding the paper out to Goten. Paige peered down at the paper, seeing the recipe for the brandy written in an elegant script.
"Come, I will show you where you can rest. It is nearly daybreak and everyone will be sleeping soon. Don't worry. You will find no bright rooms in here," he said. "I will make arrangements for you in the meantime."
They rose to follow him again, but Phoenix stumbled and grabbed onto Paige for balance. "Hee hee hee!" he giggled and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to lean heavily on her. "I think I drank too much," he whispered loudly and hiccuped again. "The room's all spinny. Like, wheeeeeee!" He giggled again and leaned his forehead against her with a groan. "I'm sleepy."
Paige groaned and helped him walk after Dracula. "Fucking lightweight," she said, giving Goten a look. It was rather amusing and she could tell from the smirk on the vampire's face that their host found them funny as well. Which she deeply hoped was a good sign.
Goten carefully tucked the paper into his pack before he followed them out of the room. When they got to the room Dracula showed them to, he paused outside the door to look the vampire in the eye. "Thank you. For the recipe and the food. And for your help. I hope I can repay you somehow," he said sincerely. "I won't stop until the Atlantian is dead or I die trying. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for what they did to you and your people."
Dracula inclined his head. "Thank you. This venture has turned into a mutually beneficial arrangement. Rest easy, I will send for you to wake at nightfall. Don't forget to put on the garlic. While I trust my people, some of them are like your friend in there. Rambunctious and daring to do anything," he said with a wink before he turned on his heel and stalked off down the hall.
Paige pushed Phoenix down onto the large bed that was in the middle of the room. "You great oaf," she muttered as she opened up her bag and draped a necklace around his neck. "Don't eat that in your sleep," she warned as she fought a yawn of her own, giving Goten a look, "So, who would have thought? Dracula exists and he is actually a nice guy to boot."
"Right?" Goten agreed, looking around at the posh bedroom they'd been given for the night. "Check this place out. It's incredible." He wandered around the room, looking it over until another door caught his eye. His curiosity got the best of him and he opened it, surprised to find a rather modern looking bathroom inside. "Since when to ancient castles have plumbing and showers?" he asked, beckoning Paige over to him. He gave her a wicked smirk, looking her up and down. "You wanna take a shower with me?"
Paige grinned, "Fuck yes I do. Gods, I can barely remember the last time I had a shower." She pushed him into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she looked around. It was a really nice bathroom with one of the largest walk-in shower she had ever seen. "I suppose vampires need to shower as well," she said as she stripped off her shirt and bra, shimming out of her pants and underwear. She felt her core throb in excitement as she turned and put her hands on her hips as she looked at the Saiyan expectantly.
Goten grinned at her and stripped away his clothes before he reached in and turned on the hot water. "C'mon, sexy," he grinned and grabbed her hand as they stepped into the spray of the shower. "Oh my god, that feels fucking amazing," he groaned as the water splashed over him. He'd been so stressed out, he had barely noticed how dirty he felt. He grabbed a fancy looking bottle of body wash and lathered it between his hands before he turned to Paige and began to rub at her back, slicking her with the soap. He loved the way the white foam slid over her green skin. He leaned forward to nibble at her ear. "You look so good right now," he murmured, letting his hands move to her chest, cupping her breasts as he worked the soap over her body.
Paige couldn't stop the moan that escaped her throat as he washed her body, teasing her breasts. Her nipples firmed and pebbled under his touch and her center ached deliciously. She arched back against him, raising her arms above her head and rubbed herself against his crotch, smirking at the hot flesh she felt there, "Oh yeah, baby. Right there."
Goten groaned at the feel of her rubbing against him, making his cock harden against her backside. He rubbed back against her, the soap making their skin slick. He ran his hands down the flat plane of her stomach before he slid one hand between her legs. His fingers caressed her lips, teasing her. He grinned as she gasped and bucked against his hand. "You want it, don't you?" he purred in her ear as he gently parted her, his fingers finding the tender nub of her clit. He pressed harder against her, his cock slipping between her soap-slicked thighs. "Oh fuck," he breathed as his hands went to her hips and he pulled her back against him, his cock rubbing against her sex, squeezed perfectly between her legs. "I want to fuck you so bad."
Paige hissed, squeezing her thighs tightly against the hard cock that slipped between her legs. She reached down, teasing the head of the cock that stuck out from beneath the soft curls between her legs. "Gods, you'd feel so good, wouldn't you?" She moaned against him, reaching back behind her and threading her fingers through his slick hair. "Mmm, fuck me just like this. I want you to paint me with this," she said as she teased his cock, slipping her pinkie along the slit at the tip.
Goten gasped out as she teased the sensitive tip of his cock and he thrust harder between her legs. He groaned as he pulled her back to meet his thrusts, his mind spinning with delicious thoughts of sliding into her tight heat, fucking her until they were both breathless and completely sated. "You have no idea how good that would feel," he moaned into her ear. He sucked at the side of her neck, his hand sliding up to tease at her breast. "You know you want it."
Paige let out a breathy moan, bucking back up against him. "Gods, yes. You'd fuck me real good wouldn't you? Make me come before you would even think about getting off." She didn't know why, but it appealed to her, wanting that molten heat filling her up from the inside out. "Oh gods, Goten," she moaned. "You could fuck me up the ass," she breathed, the thought of him piercing her body sent tingles all over her and she teetered on the edge of her orgasm, squeezing at the thick cock between her legs.
Goten's heart skipped a beat as his cock throbbed between her legs. "Can I?" he asked breathlessly, thrusting harder against her. She would still technically be a virgin if he did that, wouldn't she? Was that taking things too far? Oh to hell with it. At this point, he didn't care if things "went too far." He quickened his pace as he imagined sliding into her, her body clutching at his aching length. He wanted to do it, but he was so close already. "Paige, I'm gonna come. Come with me, baby," he moaned as his cock swelled and shot hot rivers of cum between her thighs.
The feeling of his hot essence coating her, washing over her clit, had her screaming out her pleasure, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as she came clenching around him. "GOTEN!" she cried as she writhed in his embrace. She was trembling all over as her orgasm seemed to take everything, leaving her happy, relaxed and feeling like… complete. She grinned lazily, sighing as the hot water washed away the evidence of their passion. "Mmmmnh. Fuck me, that was good. We will have to remember that one."
He chuckled and leaned his forehead on her shoulder. "Hell yeah," he answered as he held her close. He kissed at her smooth skin and nibbled on her shoulder. "I'm so lucky to have you as my best friend," he murmured. "No one gets me the way you do." He sighed contentedly as he pulled back and turned her to face him. "We should probably go get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be another long day." He reached over and turned off the water, feeling clean and satisfied in the most amazing way. Keeping her in front of him, he wrapped her in one of the big fluffy towels laid out before he wrapped one around his waist. He felt a little nervous that she might catch sight of his scars, but he'd mastered the art of keeping his back out of sight. "Get some clothes on, Namek, before I have my way with you again."
Paige grinned over her shoulder at him. "What? And miss the chance to sleep in bed with you naked? Mmm, our shower warm skin sliding against each other," she purred out at the thought, but did as he asked, dressing in fresh clothes she pulled from her bag. "Brr. Chilly. Fuck my dad, I don't care what he says about Nameks not feeling temperatures. He is LYING," she insisted. "Come on, Saiyan. I need your body heat."
Goten smiled as he pulled on his clothes and grabbed her hand to walk back into the bedroom. Phoenix was sprawled across the big bed, snoring loudly. "Good grief," Goten muttered and shoved at Phoenix until the younger Saiyan rolled over, making enough room for him and Paige on the bed. He pulled back the covers and let her crawl into the bed before he laid down and curled around her. "Love you," he murmured to her, just as he had a million times over in their lives. "Tomorrow will be better. I promise."
Paige smiled as she closed her eyes, finding an amazing comfort and peace then, in the most unlikely of places. She felt safe in that castle with Goten and Phoenix at her side. "Love you more, you crazy Saiyan," she said as she let him pull the covers up over their shoulders, both of them finally drifting off into a deep sleep.